Sawtooth Spire Mollusus

His voice, their voices, faded on the wind. There was nothing left to do here save bury their dead. The coyote corpses would need to be properly disposed of. Kanik's body would be removed from the densite and honored elsewhere. He needed to wash the stains of blood from his fur. He needed to do a lot of things, but in the present moment, he felt numb and incapable. The feeling would eventually pass, but he'd spend the next few hours on autopilot as he cleaned and cleared this carnage before he returned den and filled Tonravik appropriately.